"Miss, Mr. Whitmore has instructed us to take advantage of this exposure. Please apologize on camera," one of them said, his voice cold and unwavering.
Before I could refuse, they followed Cohen’s orders, pushing me in front of the camera.
I clenched my teeth, my resolve hardening as I refused to apologize.
But as the live stream continued, something shifted. Some viewers began to notice that something wasn’t right. Support for me started flooding the comments, urging me to show my drafts and clear my name.
I thought I had finally found a way out. My body trembled with hope as I tried to move toward the studio to retrieve the drafts that would clear my name. But before I could make a single step, the bodyguards restrained me, holding me tightly in place.
The influencer, her smile widening as the stream’s popularity surged, swiftly connected her mic to Cohen’s line.
Just when the viewers seemed certain that Cohen wouldn’t appear, his voice rang out, slicing through the tension.
"This is Cohen. I can confirm that Giselle plagiarized."
The chat erupted in a frenzy, engagement soaring to dizzying heights.
Cohen didn’t offer much more, his silence hanging heavy in the air.